Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.